Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.